He was my father, but I never knew him

He was my father,
But I never knew him.

I never knew him when I was a child,
He never held me in his arms,
And yet there was something special;

Something that
Was in those stories
My Uncle told me
That made him, my father.

I left after nothing was left
On the farm for me; I escaped
With my life, just barely…

And after all the training,
All the precautions my mentors took,
I learned the truth and I wonder sometimes
What would have happened?

Had he not been there to bring
The final act of the prophecy into play,
His prophecy, his and my destiny together,

And for everything he had done,
Redeemed by his last deed,
Saving us all…